After the storm, we will dance like we used to.
But we must wait 'til after the storm.
Friday, October 8, 2010
Sunday, September 26, 2010
Numb
I don't like hearing words that can't reach my heart.
I don't like seeing beauty that is moving but doesn't move me.
I don't like being touched and unable to feel it.
I don't like knowing that it's me who stands in the way.
I don't like seeing beauty that is moving but doesn't move me.
I don't like being touched and unable to feel it.
I don't like knowing that it's me who stands in the way.
My Fault
There will always be a little more regret in my life--not because of you, but because I'm letting myself hold on.
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